against my back door. He
pressed and strained against my fuckhole for a few minutes, I whimpered
and strained against his manliness, we sweated and groaned as
we tried to fuck. It wasn’t possible ― he was too big for my hole.
“Fug shit, Studman!” Mr. Stenerson cursed. “I thought this
student was ready for my class. You told me you’ve been fug him
for almost a year now. Why isn’t he primed for my lessons? I want
him in my class this fall. Go to your offid call his father to set
up a fereween Andy, his father, you, and me for Monday
at 7:00 P.M. Maybe with a little help from his father we get this
issue resolved!” Mr. Stenerson threw us out of his offid slammed
the door.
“Oh, man, is he pissed! Don’t worry Andy, we will get this resolved.
You go on home. I’ll take care of everything. Don’t say a word to
your dad. I’ll speak to him,” Mr. Studman said as he shook his head
in anguish.
On Monday, Dad and I arrived at Mr. Stenerson’s office at the
appoiime. Mr. Stenerson and Mr. Studman were waiting for us.
They both stood and shook Dad’s hand as we all sat back down. Mr.
Studman closed the door behind us and took his seat.
“Mr. , we have called you here to say leased with
your son’s outstanding performan Mr. Studman’s class this past
year,” Mr. Stenerson explained. “We want to place your son in my
advanced class this fall, but a slight problem has arisen.
“Thank you. I’m so proud of my son. What’s the problem?” Dad
replied.
“Mr. Studman, go ahead and show Mr. the lesson Andy
has learhis past year,” Mr. Stenerson instructed as he directed
Mr. Studman and I to take our positions and drop our pants.I stood there, bent over Mr. Stenerson’s desk with Mr. Studman
behiting ready to mount me.
“Hey, what the hell is going on here! What have you been doing to
my son